Chapter 18 Showing Off

Kate's Exhibitionist Journey

Chapter 18 - Showing Off

In which Kate attends an unforgettable party for her birthday and is shown off to everyone in so many delightful ways.

I'd never been so scared. And yet, I'd never been so excited.

The Uber was moving at a snail's pace through London's Saturday evening traffic, tracing its way to the postcode that Lara had provided. The location of the...party we were heading for, as her slightly early present for my upcoming birthday. My birthday party. Sort of.

Except, instead of being a cosy meal for the two of us at some fancy restaurant, or a relaxed gathering in a pub somewhere for me and my friends, this party was something very, very different. We were heading for what Lara had described as a 'women-only erotic gathering'. I still had no idea what that actually entailed, what actually awaited us at the end of this slow drive to a secret location somewhere in London's West End. Were we on our way to some sort of huge x-rated sapphic orgy? Or was it actually going to be far tamer than that, more like a glorified hen party for a bride-to-be, just a lot of giggling women, glasses of prosecco and novelty chocolates shaped like penises? I had no idea.

And I was struggling to think too much about that right now, despite the long duration of the Uber ride. Because right now I was sitting in the back of the car wearing a knee-length coat and the gorgeous strappy heels Lara had also bought me for my birthday.

And nothing else.

I was heading for this party, and whatever potential lesbian orgies (or chocolate penises) awaited me there, completely in the nude. Apart from my coat, which was tightly buttoned up to my neck, I had left every other item of clothing I owned back at my apartment.

Yes. Very scared and very excited. That just about summed it up.

Next to me, Lara reached over and squeezed my hand. I turned and saw her smiling at me. God, she looked amazing. She wore a tight black dress that clung wonderfully to her curves, with a matching thin silk scarf to protect her shoulders from the slight chill outside. It was all so demure and graceful. Oh wow, what a contrast her elegant outfit was going to be next to my flagrant nudity. What a pair we were going to make!

"You ok?" she asked.

I nodded back immediately. Because I was ok. Actually, I was more than ok. Yes, I was scared. But I also felt...safe. Because, just as I'd explained to Lara back on the beach some weeks ago, I still, ultimately, was in control of my fate tonight.

I had my coat, for a start. And even if I plucked up the courage to shed that once we got to this party, I still had Lara with me. She'd promised to stay with me all night, wherever I ended up. She'd taken delight in wanting to do that, in fact. She said she was looking forward to...showing me off to everyone.

Oh god, her use of that phrase had turned me on so much. She was going to

show me off!

I suppressed a fresh rush of arousal between my legs as I contemplated the scene in my mind. Her in her chic dress, proudly showing off her nude friend to anyone and everyone. Openly encouraging whoever else was at this party to feast their eyes on my bare body. I quivered with excitement under my coat at the very idea. Lara wasn't taking me to this weird crazy sexy party in the nude to embarrass me, or humiliate me, or anything like that. She was doing it so she could

show me off!!

As we drove on, I noticed that the driver kept glancing in the rear view mirror. Uh oh. Could he tell? Despite my best efforts, was it actually obvious that I was completely naked under my coat? No, calm down Kate, it can't be. The coat extended from my neck all the way down to my knees, and my legs were tightly closed where I sat. Clearly, as far as the driver could see, I must be wearing a dress, but my coat was obscuring it.

Except...I wasn't wearing a dress, was I? I wasn't wearing anything!

Tee hee!

I returned my attention to the view from my window and tried to relax and enjoy myself. But even as I felt so delightfully naughty sitting there like that, my heart was beating faster than ever with nervous anticipation. Was I really going to do this? Was I actually about to bare my entire body, for the whole night, to a house full of strangers?! Oh god! I mean, I'd been nude in front of four women at Mistress Veronica's house. Come to think of it, I'd even been nude in front of seven people on that Spanish beach. But this...was something else entirely. Something wonderful, and glorious, and...very, very scary.

All of a sudden, we were stopping. I'd been so wrapped up in my thoughts, I hadn't even noticed that we'd reached our destination. As Lara thanked the driver and stepped out, the fear inside me threatened to take over completely. Oh god, this was it. We were here. And I was naked!

Gulp!

For a moment, I wanted to flee. To tell the driver to turn around and take me home, so I could rush inside my apartment, put some clothes on, and forget that I'd ever embarked on this night in the first place. But as my heart beat faster and faster, Lara opened my door and offered her hand to help me step out. And as I looked up at her still-smiling face, I suddenly felt a lot less scared. With a deep breath, I took her hand and stepped out of the car. Just me, my pretty heels, and my coat.

As Lara closed the car door behind me and my means of escape drove off into the evening gloom, I gazed up at the house in front of us. We were standing in a picturesque side street. One of those parts of central London populated with enough rich people that it manages to feel quiet and peaceful despite being barely five minutes walk from the bustling nightlife of the West End. On each side of the street stood a row of elegant townhouses with ornate facades. The sort that would have been greedily turned into scores of flats anywhere else in the city, but here seemed to somehow still function as vast single homes for whoever was rich enough to afford them. The house we had been dropped off at was some four storeys high, if you counted the half-sunken lower ground level.

"This is the place," Lara nodded as she checked the details again on her phone, "And our tickets are right here. You...definitely still wanna do this?"

I felt a fresh rush of nerves as I again contemplated just how much I was at this woman's mercy this evening. I didn't have my phone with me, after all. Or my purse, money, anything. Apart from my coat and my heels. That was the extent of my control over this situation. The remainder, I was about to willingly relinquish to the elegant clothed woman alongside me. I took a deep breath, and squeezed Lara's hand.

"Yes, I do," I nodded back even as I quivered slightly, "But...just don't leave me, ok?"

She let out a warm laugh at this and squeezed my hand back tighter.

"Trust me, Kate. As soon as you take that coat off, I'm not gonna let you out of my sight..."

Ugh. That one little comment just heightened how turned on I was, as I saw Lara greedily anticipating admiring my nude body yet again. I couldn't help but smile back.

Oh god!

With that, she led me up the short flight of concrete stairs to the door of the house, my heels clacking on the steps as I ascended. I felt comforted by Lara's affirmation that she would be with me through every moment of the evening, but I still had no idea what sort of evening I was about to step into.

I got an answer to that question when we saw who opened the door to check our tickets. We were greeted by the sight of a tall, graceful woman with long black hair tied up in a tight bob and a jewel-studded mask over her eyes to preserve her anonymity. My eyes widened as I was drawn to her incredible burlesque-style outfit, or relative lack of it. She wore delicate stockings and heels that were taller than mine, a lace thong that fully revealed her shapely hips and a patterned corset around her slender waist. Above the corset, I couldn't help but marvel at her full, firm and almost totally bare breasts, her modesty offered the scantest protection by two glittery, heart-shaped nipple pasties. Oh my!

"This is definitely the place," Lara couldn't help but smirk as she glanced over to see me staring, open-mouthed, at the sight of this incredible vision of womanhood standing casually in the open doorway of a house on a quiet public street in London.

I was still gawping as she stepped to one side and Lara led me inside. We entered a long, high-ceilinged hallway. The lighting was dimmed, but there was a healthy cavalcade of sounds coming from all directions. I heard music and conversation from somewhere down the hallway, but I also heard footsteps and noises from above, a staircase further down the hallway leading up to whatever was happening upstairs.

"The hostess will be with you in a moment," the mostly undressed woman said, her accent sounding vaguely Eastern European without me being able to place it exactly.

With that, she turned and slinked off down the hallway. Despite my best efforts, I couldn't help but continue to stare as her round thong-clad behind slowly disappeared from view. I suddenly felt a mild attack of jealousy. Why couldn't my bottom look like that? So many hours of painful gym work, and still it was too flat.

Oh no. Oh dear. As soon as my jealousy arrived, it gave way to a flurry of worry. If I really did take my coat off for the night, would everyone then be silently judging my own flat behind and slim hips and little breasts against these gorgeous, curvaceous European models in their tantalising burlesque gear? No, I don't like that idea at all.

Just as my internal strife was heightening all over again, and almost as if she could tell, I felt Lara reassuringly squeeze my hand.

"Still ok?" she whispered as we stood on the cusp of whatever was going on around us.

I looked back at her. Part of me honestly wanted to say no. To tell her that I wanted to leave, that I couldn't go through with all this. But something about her expression calmed me again, and reassured me. Lara was going to stay with me as long as I needed her to. She was here for me. And I could do it. Brave Kate. Proud Kate. Nude Kate.

"Yes," I nodded back, "I'm fine. Just a little--"

"Ah, welcome!"

Oh my god,

I knew that voice!

I recognised the soft, yet commanding tone before I even turned to see the owner of the voice in all her glory. My eyes boggled as I saw her walking towards us in a black ankle-length dress, pulling another burlesque girl carrying a tray of drinks behind her on a leash connected to a pretty little satin collar around her neck. As she arrived, I had to resist a sudden urge to sink to my knees in instinctive subjugation.

"Welcome," Mistress Veronica repeated with a warm smile, "To my little soiree. Well, actually, I don't run these...events, I merely offer myself to the wonderful women who do as a hostess. Am I to assume this is your first time at one of these...gatherings?"

What the hell??

This was Veronica's party?! What was she doing here? How many massive houses did she own? How rich was she? And what the hell was I supposed to do now? Our session was supposed to be private (even if I had blurted out all the filthy details to Lara), so am I supposed to act like I don't know who she is? Or greet her like an old friend? An old friend who, the last time I saw her, I had ended up nude on all fours and devouring her pussy in an effort to thank my mistress enough to win my clothes back.

Oh Kate!

Veronica seemed far more at ease with the sight of me standing here. She nodded politely, but made no overt attempt to suggest that she'd met me before. Instead, she gently tugged on the leash in her hand and the stunning half-naked woman behind her slinked forward and proffered the tray of drinks for us. Four fragile glass flutes, two filled with fizzy champagne and two with orange juice. Both me and Lara opted for the alcoholic option, and I took a long gulp of the sparkling liquid to try and quell my fresh burst of nerves.

"Yes," Lara responded calmly as she gently sipped from her own glass, immediately making me a tad sheepish in contrast with my thirsty gulp, "First time. But we're both...really looking forward to it."

I remained mute, even as Veronica focused her attention on me. I resisted the urge to shrink back under the attention and smiled back as innocently as I could. Doing everything in my power to push away the intoxicating memories of my tongue exploring her wetness.

"I'm so very glad to hear that," she purred, "And please, allow me to show you both around. But first, my dear, let me take your coat..."

Oh god!!!

This was it. I felt everyone's eyes on me. Veronica, Lara, even the silent, half-dressed woman on the end of her mistress's leash. All now urging me to part company with my coat.

"Come on," Lara offered impishly from my side, "You don't want to keep that stuffy thing on all night, do you? Take your coat off, Kate..."

My pussy moistened as she spoke. I gulped audibly as the butterflies in my stomach were caught up in a tornado of trepidation. Was this even an acceptable thing to do at this sort of party? I mean, yes, there are semi-naked waitresses everywhere, some being led around on leashes. And yes, everything Lara had shown me about tonight suggested that it was an 'anything goes' night of exploration for everyone. But even so, was it really ok for me to just be totally nude? Shouldn't I at least be dressed suggestively, like Veronica's elegant leashed helper was? I hadn't even met any of the other guests yet, after all!

Oh dear, oh my. Be brave! Brave Kate!

I licked my lips, handed my glass to Lara, then began to unbutton the coat. I held my breath as my hands inched down, revealing more and more with every button. I found myself looking directly at Veronica and her 'assistant' as I worked, looking for the first sign on either of their faces that I was crossing some sort of boundary. But Veronica just watched on with an ever-growing smile as it became more and more obvious how little I was wearing. I even saw a trace of a smile on her masked assistant's face. Oh wow, that statuesque goddess in her suspenders and corset was excited to see my bare body as well! Suddenly, all of those silly fears about how I might measure up against these other women evaporated away.

But even if that relaxed me slightly, I was still holding my breath as I undid the final button and slowly eased the coat off my shoulders, revealing everything. My slender legs, my bald pussy, my flat stomach, my narrow hips, my breasts topped with my fully hardened nipples, everything. I slipped my single item of clothing off and then proffered my coat for someone to take, as I stood completely nude in the hallway, save for my pretty new stilettos.

"Well, well, well," Veronica laughed as she eagerly drank me once again, "I must say, I've always loved a woman who knows how to...dress for the occasion."

I felt my face flush, but I smiled back, my stomach now doing cartwheels inside as what I was doing slowly sank in. Veronica snapped her fingers and, seemingly out of nowhere, the original burlesque hostess who had greeted us at the door returned to us and took my coat from me, barely batting an eyelid at the sight of my naked body before she turned and walked off without saying a word. I watched the only item of clothing I'd brought with me disappearing down the hall. I was now completely, delightfully nude for the duration.

"We have a secure cloakroom," Veronica explained, "It'll be waiting for you at the end of the night."

I felt a cavalcade of feelings inside. I was terrified by the fact that I was now completely naked, but at the same time, I was thrilled at the idea of being like this. I was still somewhat self-conscious at having so many eyes on my body again, and yet I was gleeful at the feeling of my nude form being appreciated so completely. I was petrified at the idea of walking through to the rest of the party like this, but I was so turned on at the thought. And I was worried about losing my coat, but reassured by Lara's presence next to me.

Before I could fully process everything I was feeling, Veronica turned and gestured for us to follow, kicking off her tour of the party as she led her collared assistant along. As Lara handed me my champagne and I took another fortifying gulp of alcohol, she whispered to me as she nodded in the direction of the leash with an impish grin on her face.

"Hmm. Maybe we should get one of those..."

I felt my pussy almost spasm. Oh god, yes. Yes, Lara. Put a cute little collar on me. Lead me around on a leash, Lara. Totally in the nude, just like this--

Calm down, Kate!!

With all the energy I could muster, I forced my arousal back under control. And then Lara took my hand and we followed Veronica. And I walked onwards into the party. In my heels, and nothing more.

*****

I barely followed Veronica's tour, so all-consuming was the experience of being completely nude at this bustling house party.

Through every door, in every room, we walked into another crowd of happy guests, and I instantly became the centre of attention. Every set of eyes in every room turned gleefully towards the sight of this strange nude woman now freely walking through the house. And each fresh set of eyes sent another burst of fiery excitement across my skin.

We were shown the main lounge area, where there was comfortable seating and a lavish buffet table groaning under the weight of snacks and hors d'oeuvres. The side room that had been designated as the bar, where there was a similarly elaborate selection of alcoholic and non-alcoholic drinks. The large room towards the rear of the ground floor where the music was coming from, and which was serving as an improvised dancefloor. And so on. And each room was filled with eager pairs of eyes delighting in the sight of my bare body.

As we walked around, we saw so many women of all wonderful shapes and sizes in plenty of different outfits. Most of the other guests were dressed much as Veronica and Lara were, in elegant party dresses. Some were apparently getting more into the spirit of this night of exploration, and were stripped down to fancy underwear, or were dressed in similar burlesque-type outfits to the waitresses that were scattered around the place. It was an intoxicating mixture of glamour and exposed flesh wherever your eyes happened to wander.

Yet, through all of our tour, I was the only one who was completely nude, entirely on display to everyone's wandering gaze. It was such an incredible rush, even more than my previous experiences. Here, it was like there was no let-up in the feeling of being on show. There was nowhere I could hide away, even for a moment. The sensation of so many sets of eyes on me at once hit me like a thrilling wave of excitement and embarrassment. The intense state of exposure was perpetual, and absolute. Oh god, I felt so alive!

And it was doubly intoxicating because all the attention was clearly happy and appreciative of what I was doing. Nobody seemed shocked, or appalled, or disgusted at the sight of this nude woman being led through each room. There was an occasional smirk of amusement at my plight, which I wasn't overly thrilled about, but even that added an extra edge of helpless embarrassment to my entirely voluntary situation. And besides, I got a lot more smiles, or welcoming waves. One particular guest, who had been sitting on a sofa wearing nothing more than a lacy set of underwear, had even given me a lustful wink.

Oh wow!

Despite my solo nude show downstairs, I got the idea that there was more bare flesh to be found on the upper floors. Vanessa didn't show us around up there, leaving it up to us to explore if we wished, but she candidly explained that the entire house was free for the guests to use. The only rule upstairs, she underlined, was that if the door to a room was closed, it should remain so. Whoever was inside didn't want to be disturbed. But if the door was open, anyone was free to enter and join in with whatever might be going on inside.